Leaving Palm Springs behind, we turned our first ‘continental’ corner, heading east to Arizona, towards Phoenix and hopeful for warmth. This was actually our second attempt at visiting Arizona, since we’d tried to climb at Queen Creek after leaving Vegas but been rained out. We’d fled Arizona under drizzling skies that resembled Vancouver in November.
Our second attempt was under much more cheerful skies, and we felt that the exploration part of the trip was really started, since from now on everything would be new territory to both of us.
Queen Creek looked like it could be a fun destination, but it still didn’t seem to line up for us. This time around we encountered a horde of boy scouts (ironically most of them seemed to have lost their troupe), gale force winds (which made baking muffins really hard), and routes which didn’t work well with Megan’s not-quite-recovered right hand. Southward we go, in search of still-warmer climes.
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